Today, Rachel came over without Murphy. Ray met her at the door, excited. But when Rachel walked in, Ray stayed at the door, ears deployed in Dumbo mode, head cocked to one side, tail wagging, listening for his old friend to follow. Slowly his tail stopped wagging.
"She's not with me, Ray," said Rachel with distress in her voice. "She's not here. She didn't come with me."
Ray still stood at the door looking out. His tail would wag a bit, like he knew Murphy was coming, he just couldn't hear her yet, then stop, then wag a bit, then stop.
Rachel went up behind him and started scrubbing his back with her hands to distract him.
"She's not here, Ray. You'll just have to come and visit her." Rachel kept talking and scrubbing until Ray reluctantly left the front door. We could both tell that it was hard for Ray to get over the fact that Rachel had come without his friend.
Later in the day, Rachel posted on Facebook a picture of Murphy wearing a distinct "How COULD You??????" look on her face. It was obvious to the meanest intelligence that she was NOT a happy dog. It was also obvious that the stuffed lobster bribe that Rachel had given Murphy just wasn't going to cut it.